ailurosearcher:
“…All right,” Polly says at last. You want to work together with me, but you won’t give me a name? She can’t help but think. She’s long since learned not to press such things with people, however, as it might lead to them getting defensive. She doesn’t deal well with touchiness. “Well, the first thing I was going to do was tranquilize or knock out a meowth or persian – whichever I find first – and do some tests; blood tests, for example. If something is biologically driving them to aggression, I’ll find it. Perhaps you could – act as the tranquilizer? If you’re as good with pokémon as you claim.”
She tries her best to do a cooperative tone and not let any of her doubts about the nameless stranger seep through.
“Of course, I could have my two ‘mon knock them out instead, or at least distract them while I fire a tranquilizing dart, but I assume you want a role in this.”
Because, of course, she came prepared to do everything herself. An odd person butting in had not been a variable she’d considered. She large duffle bag she has gripped in one hand (both pokéballs are on her belt) is where the tranq gun is being kept until she brings it out. She’s not a spectacular shot, but if close enough, anyone can fire a tranq point blank.
such processes are all but ALIEN to the wyrm — yet they nod along nonetheless. ( a pleasantry; indication they were at least listening. )
❝ i am more than capable of handling them. ❞ with their bare hands, if need be. though this form only contained the smallest FRACTION of their true power, even scraps would suffice. they carried with them a frightening aura — a hint of that which lurked in their SHADOW. ( who. what they really were. ) pokemon were more attuned to such things than humans; surely a glimpse of them would be enough to flood the hearts of their targets with fear. a boon, when their goal necessitated total compliance.
a tranquilizer indeed, though surely not the kind she EXPECTED.
❝ i assume you only need them to keep still, correct? ❞ crimson hues flicked to the strange contraption. would they be able to OPERATE such a device? perhaps. perhaps with ample explanation — though they doubted it was worth the risk. ❝ i will keep them still. use your darts when you have a CLEAR shot. ❞ cooperation. even giratina was capable of such a task if circumstances necessitated it. spinning on their heel, the wyrm’s head tilted back. ( the human puppet’s eyes closed; they were looking elsewhere. ) seconds crept by with little to show.
then, ❝ i know where we can find them. follow me. ❞ without waiting for an ANSWER, they began walking.
Polly does just as they ask and follows.
Eventually, they come upon a clearing between the Alolan trees and other foliage.
She's just about to turn to the stranger and inquire why they've stopped right here -- when she sees it.
A glimpse of bluish fur up ahead, not moving, except for the gentle rise of a breathing chest. A...sleeping Alolan persian?
Just far away enough to not be alerted to them.
Hurriedly but quietly, she readies her tranq gun, glancing at the stranger just once.
